What you doing with your life, son?
Ey, say I don't usually do, but I'd smoke one with you
Knock on your door to your closed off rooms
Ain't no tellin' what happened if I burst on through
Let's go halves on a cab, maybe my firstborn too
Was it diamonds or rhinestones? man, I don't know
Had to go by the time you woke
Been a while since you and I spoke in the same timezone
Crossed paths and had minds blown
Now we alone again, strolling to the tomb
What we do is split the road in two
So what you wanna do?
Some of them couldabeens 'bout to haunt you
When you maneuver feeling like a phonebooth
No Forks on the road
Pass the sauce
Waiting for lady to drop them drawers
They say to open a new, gotta close old doors
Caught between them though, put your coat on
No forks on the road
Where do I go?
Are we walking on the right one?
You ain't gotta [?]
What you doing with your life, son?
I'm just dodging the abyss
My eyes in a prison
Was in the dark for a minute, but now I'm out here squintin'
From a hospital bed to me and Fred [?]
From I don't get it to we about to get it
No fork on the road, I need a knife
Fuck a pie chart
Give me a slice
Thought I saw god creepin' in the night,
But blink twice, it was just city lighty, alight
Forks in the road
Pass the sauce
Waiting for lady to drop them drawers
They say to open a new, gotta close old doors
Caught between them though, put your coat on
No forks on the road
Where do I go?
Are we walking on the right one?
You ain't gotta [?]
What you doing with your life, son?
What you doin' with ya
What you doin' with ya life?
You ain't got ya [?] in the road
Motherfucker
Keep ya shit straight